[DEREK] but til i awake...

[derek chandler ralston]

Derek rolled his eyes, grabbing a stained rag to begin mopping up the blood on the floor. He looked up at a clatter as Connor's wings spread, knocking things off the counter by the slab. "Let me go!"
Derek sighed. "You really think he's going to let you bleed out?" He wandered over to hold the steuggling boy still, wincing as the male tensed and screeched brokenly, trying to kick Derek's shins.
"Fucking ass," He growled.

[deacon reid rudman]

"I should let you go." Deacon muttered bitterly. What he had been thinking about the boy needed to come to an end. He couldn't do this. Connor was a child. He was as much a child as Bandit was. "You kick him and I swear to fuck I will knock your scrawny ass out. Sit still!" He sat on the boy's hips, pinning his shoulders down. "Come wrap his arms.." He mumbled, holding his legs close to the boy's sides. He wasn't about to let him up. Not until he settled down.

[derek chandler ralston]

Derek watched the boy panic as Deacon pinned his hips. A terrified sob passed the male's lips, pressing up on Deacon with trembling hands, tears falling down his cheeks. Derek paused with the sheet in his hands. "Deacon you're scaring him.." He murmured, trying to grab Connor's arms to wrap them. The kid's heart was racing as he squirmed helplessly, now screaming and crying at the same time, still trying to get away.

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon looked up at him, drawing his eyebrows together. "I might care if I was put here to be his friend." He said. He didn't care if the boy was scared or not. He wasn't given this job to make people feel better. He was given this job to diagnose their mental problems and cut open their bodies once they were done with them. He finally got up, walking over to the phone to call a nurse to come and get the boy. He walked over to the sink to wash his hands, then pull on his gloves.

[derek chandler ralston]

Derek nodded. Connor, however, seemed beyond hurt by the words, was screaming questions of why he'd bothered help him then. Derek blocked the door so he couldn't run until somebody came to get him. He watched the kid shrink back the moment Deacon let go, sliding down in the corner of the room brokenly, tearing the cloth from his arms.

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon watched the boy quietly, a million thoughts running through his head. Was he burning bridges? Probably. Did he care? Sadly, yes.. His daughter never took to people like that. And neither did he, really. But he wasn't about to go comfort him in front of Derek. How do you explain you might care for a kid? And not in a friendly way. He pulled on his mask to hide the fact he'd bitten his lip so hard it was bleeding. "Who's next?" He asked quietly.

[derek chandler ralston]

Derek stepped over Connor quietly, who flinched away. He opened one of the refrigerators and checked the tag before pulling the body out. The moment his hands were full, Connor made a run for the door and Derek growled. "Dammit kid!" He snarled in agitation, hoping Deacon would grab him.

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon couldn't help thinking this is when football always came in handy. Even the kicker knew how to tackle. He ran towards the boy, grabbing him around the waist. He pushed the boy to the wall, his green eyes glaring at him. Not because he was angry at the boy, but because he was angry at himself for caring. "You listen to me and you listen to me good, you punk." He spat, pulling his mask down to his chin. He neared closer to him. "You're gonna sit your fucking ass down in that corner and you're going to LIKE IT. Whoever didn't teach you to listen to adults needs to be fucking hit. If I have to so much as look in your direction again, I'm going to throw whatever is in arms reach at your head. And you'd better fucking pray it doesn't hit. Now SIT IN THAT CORNER." He pointed towards the corner across from where he'd be working, ignoring the blood dripping down his chin.

[derek chandler ralston]

Derek worked the body onto the slab, looking up as Connor screeched when he was grabbed, pressing at Deacon. "Let me fucking go dad-" Derek rose an eyebrow as the slip in words brought tears to Connor's eyes and he bit his lip. He winced when the kid drove his knee up between Deacon's leg, sobbing and staggering away towards the corner of the room.

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon drew in a sharp breath, holding back a gag as he doubled over. You'd think as many times as Bandit cup checked him with her cast when she'd broken her arm, he'd be used to it. But he wasn't. "God.." He moaned, finally standing up. But the nauseous feeling didn't pass. He felt like he was dying, in all honesty. Something inside him was relieved though that the boy wasn't going to trust him anymore. Maybe that would stop things dead in their tracks. He walked back to the slab, pulling his mask slowly up over his mouth. "I fucking hate my job.." He muttered, grabbing his gloves before he buttoned up his jacket.

[derek chandler ralston]

Derek grunted in agreement, pulling his own mask on quietly and bringing the supplies over to Deacon. Eyes caught Connor and he sighed. "My fucking god kid," He snarled, grabbing the new scalpel from Connor's hand in agitation. It sliced the kid's palm in the process and Derek threw a towel at him angrily. Connor didn't even touch it.

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon glared at the boy, not bothering to go help him with his bleeding hand. He'd had enough caring for one day. "You're fucking my last nerve, Sykes. I'm serious about throwing something at your head." He muttered, grabbing his scalpel. He looked over at Derek, waiting for him to grab the clip board. He didn't care what he had to do. The boy was going to behave while he did his job. He'd gotten in enough trouble over him.

[derek chandler ralston]

"I-I don't doubt it," The kid spat brokenly and Derek shook his head, grabbing his clipboard and a pen before returning to Deacon's side quietly. Connor quieted, staring at the wall blankly as tears fell down his face, but Derek didn't bother look his way again.

[deacon reid rudman]

"My one year old doesn't talk back to me. I'll be damned if a fourteen year old brat does. Shut your mouth and sit there until your nurse comes." He glanced Connor's way before he looked back down at the body, tapping his scalpel on the table. "Does he look yellow to you too..?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

[derek chandler ralston]

"A-and what would your one y-y-year old do if sh-she'd seen that? Fucking m-monster."
Derek glared at the kid and he shut up. At Deacon's questioned he looked back. "Yeah, he does," He murmured, writing the name and death date down before starting observations.